A Different Kind Of Snow Day

It falls,

gently, 

As light as the air itself

Guided by the wind

it falls,

Falls until it decorates the ground.

Settling patiently,

Hardening as quantity increases,

Those picturesque flakes,

Paint the earth white,

until the pure beauty is embellished overnight.

The sun rises,

the earth is silent,

Still,

Then the first crunch is heard,

the first slip occurs

Those flakes strike fear,

those flakes call for caution,

Passing through the colourless park,

One only feels their tranquility,

The fresh snow has taken over,

Pale serenity is evident,

Covered in snow, they stand tall;

Trees with their bare branches scratching the wind,

The snow has control,

But

the bare pathway goes on